Good Vibes Mtv Show Novels & Stories

I broke down, covering my ears, refusing to listen. The video was only a few minutes long, but it felt like an eternity. Amy watched my reaction with satisfaction, her smile almost cruel. “Lindsey, you’re so filthy.” “Tell me, if this video got out, what would people think of you?” I struggled to steady my breathing, forcing myself to stay calm. I asked, “Was this your doing?” I should’ve known. When people called me despicable and shameless for clinging to Carter, I should have realized it was connected to Amy.

I kindly grabbed the phone from the corner to bring it nearer to the two of them, giving the live audience a close-up view of the drama. Confused, the viewers flooded the comments. "What's going on? I thought the livestream was supposed to be exposing the unknown true nature of Violet?" "Why are they arguing? I thought we're here to see Violet jump off the building?" I waved at the camera and said with a smile, "My apologies, but I'm in a pretty good mood right now. I don't plan on jumping off any buildings for now." The viewers went silent. In the meantime, Benjamin and Jerome's fight had gone from verbal to physical.

“THE WOMAN WHO SET HER STAGE ON FIRE BY ACCIDENT?” “Apparently.” “THE WOMAN WHO THREW A GRAMMY AT HER EX?” “Yep.” “THE WOMAN WHOSE LAST MUSIC VIDEO HAD A LIVE TIGER??” “Yes, Matteo.” He is vibrating. Actually vibrating. “Oh my God,” he whispers. “My best friend works for America’s favorite disaster princess.” I glare. “This isn’t funny and we aren’t friends.” “It’s HILARIOUS. Tell me everything.” “No.” “GIO.”

Thank the Goddess for the mute button. The more time we spend together, the more we find our tastes in things are similar. Especially music. We went to a heavy metal show on my Friday night off last week. It was the best date I’ve ever been on. We spent most of our time in the mosh pit. There was something sexy about seeing Ghost healing Milo’s black eye while he gently wiped blood away from my broken nose. It made me so excited that we had to have a quickie in the back of his Jeep before he drove us home.

If I didn't answer, he would even drop everything to come to my office just to make sure I was safe. … "Isabella, no matter how busy you are, remember to text back." "I just need to know you're okay. You don't think I'm being annoying, right?" "Next time, just send me a smiley face so I know you're safe. That's all I need." … But now? He couldn't even be bothered to send a message. The way we met was strange, too. It was because of my mother, a woman who had endured decades of domestic abuse before finally jumping off a high building, leaving nothing behind but scattered remains. Henry was the mortician tasked with preparing her body.

I walked past him, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the close button without the slightest hint of reluctance. I arrived at Blair's house half an hour later. I told my best friend about my miscarriage. She hugged me and comforted me, coaxing me for hours. I never once bothered texting Caleb the entire time. Instead, he sent me a text consisting of a single question mark. I ignored it. He shot me another text the following day, saying, "The breakfast they serve out here tastes horrible." Blair, who was sitting at the dining table and enjoying breakfast with me, regarded me with unconcealed bewilderment before blurting, "I can't believe you're still here! You actually stayed here instead

The HR representative said, "Our CEO, Mr. Hayes, watched your second-round interview video and thought you were great. Plus, Mr. Hayes has a tight schedule, so we've given you the job. Congratulations, Ms. Eloise! Welcome to Whitmore!" After hanging up the phone, I immediately called Genny to tell her the good news. Genny said, "To celebrate you finding a job, we have to have hot pot tonight! We should also go to the mall and buy some suitable work clothes!" "No problem!" I giggled. So Genny and I arranged to meet at a hot pot restaurant. When I arrived, Genny was still stuck in traffic. I went first to find a spot, on the 12th floor by the window, where I could see pedestrians and vehicles

Andrew P.o.v I was really pissed off at her. She said she would go with that guy Justin. But I can't be angry with her cause I never really asked her to go with me... Right? But I felt upset really pissed off at my situation, now I gotta go to the ball with Kate. The worst part is she wouldn't stop talking. I need to block out her voice God it was annoying, I searched for my earphones and I put them on. Chainsmokers Roses was playing and I started texting Liam although he was sitting across the room.